Crunch, Crunch

This doesn't look too appetizing to me, but apparently it is quite a delicacy to a certain wiry terrier around here.  Hudson had to stand on his tip toes to nab one off the side wall of the turnpike bridge during our walk this morning.  Dead or alive, it takes him only two crunches to down the little critters.  The cicadas have been here for several weeks.  They seem to get louder when the temperature rises.  An old wives tale says there are only six weeks from the time cicadas start to sing to the first frost.  That would put it around a week or two from now!